[That request, he can most certainly grant. He can feel the tears caught by the front of his shirt, and he tightens his hold on her just the slightest bit, as though fearful she might slip away.]

For as long as you wish.

[He glances out towards the restaurant as a whole; no one seems to have noticed them, off to the side as they are, but the place suddenly feels far too crowded. Privacy suddenly feels paramount.]

I think we've been out long enough, don't you? [His voice is soft, gentle rather than showing any sign of disappointment or dismay, though the worry he feels instead does manage to peek through.] I can whisk us back to your room within moments— I think a bit of quiet is in order.